Thursday, 10 December 2020
Marlon & Johann
Sunday, 9 August 2020
Oh. Well, Our Masks Really Get Us in Dutch, Now Don't They?
They had no right to do that.
I never remove My Mask in public.
Do you understand the consequences of this?
Don Octavio DeFlores :
Not fully, but, uh....
Don JUAN DeMARCO :
Well, I will be cursed.
Don Octavio DeFlores :
Well, I can certainly understand how that could be upsetting.
Don JUAN DeMARCO :
Think how you would feel if you were made to take off this mask that you are wearing.
Don Octavio DeFlores :
Oh. Well, our masks really get us in Dutch, don't they?
How long you been wearing yours?
Don JUAN DeMARCO :
Since l was 16. I placed The Mask on my face...
...and vowed never to remove it on the day I left my mother...
...The Dark beauty, Doña lnez.
Don Octavio DeFlores :
I have some pills here.
And, uh.... l'd like you to take them. I think they'll help.
Don JUAN DeMARCO :
Pills to stop Delusions?
Well, then I am afraid we must take these pills together... ...because you are severely deluded.
Don Octavio DeFlores :
Well, what delusions have I got?
Don JUAN DeMARCO :
This fantasy that you are some, uh, Dr. Mickler. I'm very disappointed in you, Don Octavio.
Very disappointed.
Don Octavio DeFlores :
Here's the drill. Ahem.
They can make you take the medication.
That's State Law.
You're on what they call a 10-day paper.
And, uh, for those 10 days —
They can do whatever they think is appropriate.
Don JUAN DeMARCO :
I am not deluded. I am Don Juan.
And if you will not medicate me for these 10 days, I will prove it to you.
Don Octavio DeFlores :
All right, and what if I don't believe that you're Don Juan?
Don JUAN DeMARCO :
Then I will take your medication...
...and you may commit me for as long as you like.
Don JUAN DeMARCO :
One night, I watched Doña Querida at the window in her slip. I noticed for the first time... ...how a woman's underclothing barely touches her skin... ...how it rides on a cushion of air as she moves... ...how the silk floats above her body... ...brushing her flesh like an angel's wings.
And I understood how a woman must be touched.
Don Octavio DeFlores :
Are you Italian, Mexican, or Spanish?
Don JUAN DeMARCO :
That is all you have to say?
You want to know my nationality?
Don Octavio DeFlores :
No. Your name is DeMarco.
That's Italian.
You were brought up in Mexico.
And when you speak English, you speak it with a Castilian accent.
Don JUAN DeMARCO :
Well, my accent has been colored by my many travels.
Very well, I will answer your question. I was raised in Mexico.
My Father was born in Queens.
His name was Tony DeMarco.
He was Italian. The Dance King of Astoria.
Don Octavio DeFlores :
Excuse me — Your Father was a Dance King here in New York City in Astoria?